Flashback – Bored – Closed
Jul 18, 2012 12:05:59 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2012 12:05:59 GMT -5
Technically, Barricade was a new-spark.
He’d been around of course. But not that long, long enough to get bored. Online long enough to remember when the first Megatronus data stream hit the Communication Grid. The hack had been – or so he was told – flawlessly executed, spiking the ether-hubs at high-traffic, dumping eons of revolutionary fever – more virulent than a wartime neurovirus – into the memetic data pool of the populace. Protests, some peaceful, some less so, sparked all across Kaon and the sub-sectors of all the city-states world-wide. Barricade’s first assignment had been back-tracing the originators of this message. They set him loose like an Insecticon to the scent, hunting them down through Kaon’s Pits and the Undersprawl, all the way back to the fluid-tacky floors of the gladiator halls. But by then it was far too late… and too many proxies to prove it was Megatronus himself.
Well… too many fall-guys willing to take his place in jail anyway.
These were things Barricade cared about. You know would never know it looking at him, though. Dark armored and tough; the mean powerful angles of him were healthy with semi-regular fueling. A four-wheeler, off-roader, and racer, his framework is not actually that big. Closer examination would tell you he was kind of slender, hard angles and razor edges lending him illusionary girth. Two arm-mounted wheels power a murderous rotor-system that would power his titanium claws through any number of living and inanimate obstacles.
Barricade was mean and, most importantly, he was necessary and he was used to being used. That’s why he switched sides in the first place after all.
“So,” said Barricade, somewhat petulantly, looking up over the gladiator’s desk at him. “I’m not here to take care of the foremechs in sub-sector seven. The ones suppressing the data-exchanges and reporting their workers to the enforcer mechs? I’m here… to not do that?”
He’d been around of course. But not that long, long enough to get bored. Online long enough to remember when the first Megatronus data stream hit the Communication Grid. The hack had been – or so he was told – flawlessly executed, spiking the ether-hubs at high-traffic, dumping eons of revolutionary fever – more virulent than a wartime neurovirus – into the memetic data pool of the populace. Protests, some peaceful, some less so, sparked all across Kaon and the sub-sectors of all the city-states world-wide. Barricade’s first assignment had been back-tracing the originators of this message. They set him loose like an Insecticon to the scent, hunting them down through Kaon’s Pits and the Undersprawl, all the way back to the fluid-tacky floors of the gladiator halls. But by then it was far too late… and too many proxies to prove it was Megatronus himself.
Well… too many fall-guys willing to take his place in jail anyway.
These were things Barricade cared about. You know would never know it looking at him, though. Dark armored and tough; the mean powerful angles of him were healthy with semi-regular fueling. A four-wheeler, off-roader, and racer, his framework is not actually that big. Closer examination would tell you he was kind of slender, hard angles and razor edges lending him illusionary girth. Two arm-mounted wheels power a murderous rotor-system that would power his titanium claws through any number of living and inanimate obstacles.
Barricade was mean and, most importantly, he was necessary and he was used to being used. That’s why he switched sides in the first place after all.
“So,” said Barricade, somewhat petulantly, looking up over the gladiator’s desk at him. “I’m not here to take care of the foremechs in sub-sector seven. The ones suppressing the data-exchanges and reporting their workers to the enforcer mechs? I’m here… to not do that?”